Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.